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DESERT GAS STATION ATTENDANT
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LESBIAN EROTICA The heat of that lone, paved road,
That cuts through the valley of this desert...
Sewn like an evil tenuous band,
That enhances the sadistic waves of blistering wind.
The valley,
Full of mirages...
Echos car engines from miles away.
On occasion, I hear the drone of a single car,
I can even see them...
Bob up and over the hills in the vapid terrain.
But they may not be HERE for hours.
Eventually, one does stroll in...
A 1967 Ford Mustang,
Smooth sensual curves,
Headlights full and bright,
With no new age Camaro, flip-top, lamp covers.
She's black like a huntress,
With power and Stealth.
"Can you check my oil!"
A soul-less face demanded...
In an in empty tone--
As empty as the vast expanse of sand and heat...surrounding.
As a precaution to the long dusty desert road...
When sediment clings like grit into grease...
I check the oil.
Then lift her high upon the rack...
Adding lube to each joint.
A nice body like this doesn't need any accidents.
I notice the front tires...
Leaning toward the side with obvious wear.
"Poor, poor girl..." I nearly moan.
"Let me make it all better."
Carefully, I balance the tires,
Hoping she can then run at her full peak...
When given the chance to truely thrive...
Georeuos black leather seats,
Sated with perfumes, oils and cocoa butter...
The rush of aroma...
Deep from the inside of the heart of you.
Your motor clean,
With few miles.
Your resevoir full,
No hint of dehydration here.
Some scratches...
Some caked desert mud...
A few dents and dings from flying rocks...
And dusty windows...
What a shame others don't appreciate you.
Determined...
I sit behind you,
And I rev your motor.
Then fondle your leather strapped wheel,
And I gage just when you need that extra burst of thrust...
Then I slam the stick into gear.
The clutch releasing...
What a kick, you nearly DRIVE me insane...
Your spinning wheels fly,
And get you nowhere...
But in circles.
Then at the appex of the curve,
Your momentum turns as I control your will...
Harnessing you back,
Viciously counter steering..
And I park you hot...
Panting and waiting for the next ride.
Provocatively, she walks up,
Pays me in cash...
Making it a point to caress the currency into palm of
MY HAND...
Holding me for a brief moment,
Until I can see her full smile...
Then she puts a comlimentary book a of matches in her purse,
Turns and grins....
"Thank-you!
For making me hot, wet and wild."
